Christmas Adventure

  

Last Saturday morning I opened my weary eyes and smiled as I remembered our plans for the day.  I rolled over and lovingly poked Bryce until he gave in to the annoyance and grumbled, "I'm awake already!"  

"Good," I replied, "We have so much to do today.  We need to get up and get going!"

"Ugh," he grumbled again, "Can't it wait another hour."

"No, it can't even wait five more minutes.  This is a very important day!"  My remark was applauded by the irritating vibration noises of a cell phone.  Bryce rolled out of bed and picked up his phone just as the call ended. 

"It was brother 'so-and-so' from the ward," he mumbled distractedly as he dialed some keys on the phone.

"Don't call back!" I cried.  A call from brother 'so-and-so' (obviously not his real name) on a Saturday only meant one thing.

"Too late," Bryce whispered back as a muffled voice picked up on the other end. A short conversation was exchanged and I sighed loudly making my frustrations known.

"I have to go help a family in the ward move," Bryce stated as he set his phone back on the dresser. 

"I know," I pouted, "that's the only reason you ever get called on Saturdays.

Bryce laughed as he pulled me in to a hug. 

"It will be fast, I promise.  I'll still be back in time."

***4 HOURS LATER***

Bryce returned from his Saturday duties and we finally started out on our little Saturday adventure.  We played Christmas songs as we drove and sang as obnoxiously as we could to get us in the holiday spirit.  We drove for what felt like a hundred miles (okay probably two and a half) and made it to the last treacherous turn that would lead us to our destination.  Treacherous, I might add, due to the ridiculously long line of cars ahead of us in the turning lane and sadly not due to a snowy mountainous landscape thwarting our way.  

We pulled our car in to the vast expanse of black and attentively parked as far away as we could.  You know, to get the full experience.  I squealed with excitement as I looked out the window.  Bryce walked around and opened my door.  I pulled on my mittens and firmly adjusted my hood over my ears to shield me from the bitter cold.  Bryce laughed as he accompanied me across the parking lot in his short sleeve T-shirt and jeans.

As we walked into the fenced area I smiled at Bryce and declared it a Christmas Oasis.  There were rows and rows of majestic evergreen beauties all tucked together just waiting to be picked and taken home.

Bryce shrugged, "Yeah I think this home depot has more trees than we saw at the other lot. It will work."

I carefully scrutinized every single tree; well, every single tree in the $24.97 row, college student budget you know.  

"Okay this one," I decided.  "No wait, never mind I think the first one is better."

Bryce hastily agreed before I could change my mind again, "Oh yeah, the first one is way better.  That's the one!" 

He dutifully marched our tree up to the cashier, handed over the ticket and cash, and the tree officially became ours.  We loaded our all five feet of our tree into the back of our ford focus hatchback, and took our new baby home.

We proudly set our very first tree up in a perfect little corner and decorated her extravagantly with dollar store ornaments, paper doilies, a homemade pom-pom garland, and lots and lots of lights.


Our adventure may not have been quite as gallant as our original plan of lumberjacking it into the mountains to chop down our own tree, but thanks to my flair for the dramatic we still made it quite an adventure all the same. 

Meet Cordelia.  Cordelia the Christmas Tree.

-Kami